When we finally reach the black sedan, Kent and Daniel climb into the back seat on either side of me, sandwiching me in the middle. Pressed between them, I fold my hands between my knees and try my best to breathe evenly.
“Go,” Kent says firmly to Carlos, who obediently peels out. Kent continues to look out the window, surveying the landscape for any more threats which he didn’t catch the first time.
Daniel, instead, turns to me. He takes my face in my hands and carefully looks me over. When he ascertains that I’m not scratched or bruised, he moves on to the rest of my body, putting a hand on my knee and taking me in.
“How are you, Fay?” he asks quietly. “Are you hurt?”
“I’m f-f-fine,” I say, shivering a little. I don’t know whether it’s shock still, or perhaps the cold –
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